The Transformation of Grace

She was the greatest woman in the world to me. Grace was strong,
smart, kind...she was perfect, for me. I loved her, of course; we were
together. To call our relationship passionate would be an
understatement, for we spent every waking moment together. Day after
day, we went across the world together, seeing the sights and just
enjoying all the beauty of Earth together. She was an adventurous,
fearless, and utterly rational woman. We were both young
20-somethings, curious about the world around us. David and Grace—we
were the greatest pair ever.

She was wealthy; her family’s money funded our little expeditions
across the world. Asia, Africa, the Americas. Europe, Australia; we
explored all of them, seeing all the wonders of the world. We always
traveled modestly, never really attracting attention. After seeing all
the massive, well-known sites in the world, we turned to the smaller
sites; caves, cliffs, forests, and even ruins. The simple beautiful
things in the world, often isolated from the rest of the world. It is
one of these ruins that forever changed both of our lives.

These were isolated ruins in Northern Italy; no one had ever
bothered to check them out. So me and Grace would be the first. We
went in casual, tight-fitting clothes, no real diving gear. The ruins
were a collection of old buildings, with what seemed to be a tunnel
underneath the group. We would just spend some quiet time here,
thinking about everything, looking around, then we would be on our
way.

We left our car some distance from the ruins no one knew where we
were. Grace liked that, being able to be alone for a long time. We
could spend all day here and no one would notice our absence. We took
a moment before we entered the ruins, silently staring at each
other. It was a simple, silly thing we did. I took the time to fully
appreciate her beauty. Her beautiful blue eyes, staring back at me
like two wide pools. Wavy blonde hair, hanging freely. Her smooth,
clean face, her forehead wrinkled as she continued to look over me. A
well-built, strong but small body, a simple tank-top covering her
torso, slender, smooth legs leading down to small, elegant feet clad
in sandals. I thought everything about her was beautiful. I took a
moment to realize how lucky I was to have her, but she began to speak
and I snapped to attention to her words.

“Shall we go in?”

Grace looked at me with a sly smile, presumably mildly amused at
how quickly I responded to her voice.

“Go on.”

I walked on obediently, giving a dumb smile at her
commands. Looking around, the ruins appeared pretty
basic. Roman-styled pillars scattered across the area; what was of
curiosity was the tunnel. It seemed large, massive in fact. The
entrance to it was from a drop-off on the inside of the building; a
ladder was conveniently on it; Grace went to test it, to make sure it
could still hold our weight; she climbed down without any problem, and
I quickly followed. The area was dark, so I activated my flashlight
and shot it around. There was a stark contrast from the ruins
above.

“These certainly aren’t Roman.” Grace state definitely.

The walls were pitch black in color, covered in murals of various
varieties. One that caught my eye was a mural of several men kneeling
in front of a woman with wicked wings. Grace seemed to be soaking
everything in. The architecture was of an odd make; everything was
carved out of some kind of rock, but the rocks appeared to be solid,
not bricks, which was certainly an impossibility.

“Not Roman, not Lombard; certainly doesn’t appear to be the work of
any still existing Latin culture. So we’re talking before the
Romans.”

There was only one path ahead, so we of course walked along
it. Murals were all around us, but beyond that it was plain; just the
walls, no furniture, no pillars. We came to a point where the path was
broken; a gap was between us and the rest of the tunnel. Grace,
deciding she could jump it, kicked off her sandals lest they get in
the way, and took a running start, leaping over the gap and rolling on
her ankles as she landed. She quickly stood up, and motioned to me to
come over. I felt afraid, and Grace, knowing what I was feeling,
spoke.

“Come on; its just a little jump. It’ll be fun.”

Taking a deep sigh, I ran back to give myself a good distance from
the gap, and sprinted and jumped across the gap, landing on my feet,
and I quickly stood up. I felt my heart pulse, and I had a good warmth
run across my whole body.

“Like your little adrenalin rush?”

Grace gave her sly smile to me again; I simply nodded
sheepishly. As I finished my nod, I swore I heard something in the
back of my head-like a whisper. I looked around the area, and I wanted
to tell Grace about it, but I felt an urge not to, lest I look
foolish. Looking at Grace, I saw her glancing the same way I was, so
she heard it to. Still, I said nothing as she walked ahead; I noticed
her walk was uncomfortable, her bare feet liking hurting on the
horridly cold floor.

Glancing across the walls, the murals became increasingly
disturbing. From simple images of men kneeling before winged women, it
slowly transitioned into horror, to winged women violently torturing
the same males, even killing them. Even more to my horror, I felt
myself aroused by these images. I looked upon one image, a man
kneeling before the winged woman, kissing her feet while she clawed
across his back; I took a step back as I saw a vision; me, kissing
Grace’s feet, her wearing the same demonic wings, and doing the same
to my back. I felt the pain as if it were real, and I… liked it. I was
terrified now, and I heard the whisper-whispers now. They buzzed
lightly at the back of my skull. I made up my mind: I was going to
tell Grace. As I opened my mouth, my mind was assaulted with the
images; a winged version of Grace doing terrible things to me. I felt
so aroused, and instead of the frightening plea to leave, out came a
light moan. Grace paused in her step, giving a light chuckle, before
continuing her steps. I followed her in lock-step, the thoughts of
fear pushed out of my mind. Whatever was in here, it could twist my
mind whatever way it wanted. Not that there was anything really bad in
here; it was just my imagination, right?

We came to a fork in the tunnel, and Grace turned right without a
thought. I decided to question it.

“Why this way, Grace?”

“Just feels like the best way to go.”

I felt satisfied by this answer, and continued my following of
Grace. I wondered if Grace was having the same problem I was, all this
fear. I doubted it; Grace wasn’t afraid of anything, right? I just
followed her, and we came upon a statue; a demonically winged
woman. In front of her were what appeared to be wine glasses, incense,
gold.

“This is an altar.” Grace stated matter-of-factly.

I nodded in response. Whoever built this place, they worshiped this
winged woman. Looking upon the statue, I felt the whispering in my
head get incredibly intense. I could only understand one word. When
that word came, it hit me harder than anything ever had before. Kneel.

I did. I obeyed mindlessly. I had no ability to resist. In the
corner of my eye I noticed Grace was kneeling as I was. Terror
consumed my heart as the whispers shot through my head. I shuddered
with both great arousal and absolute terror at the next command.

Strip.

I didn’t even consciously feel my arms move as they ripped off my
clothing. My shirt was ripped in half without even a thought, my feet
slipping out of their shoes as I tore off my pants; with ripped off
socks and boxers, I was naked in front of the statue. The whispers
slowed their pace; a final command was uttered.

Rise

I rose to my feet, noticed Grace, naked as well, rising with me. I
felt very little now, not like I had active control of my body. I was
just observing as my body danced to the Goddess’s tune. Grace
continued her walk, and I passively walked behind her. I felt the
whispers still, and I felt my terror subside, replaced by arousal and
a love of what was happening. I didn’t even feel like this was
odd. Just a nice happy couple giving their souls to a long forgotten
demon-Goddess. As my fear went away completely, I felt a certain
happiness in this, and I felt that I had regained control of my body;
I covered myself with my arms as I kept walking.

“Pretty cold in here.” Grace spoke.

“Yeah, it is.”

I felt my thoughts of what had transpired start to fade away…

Why were we naked again?

Grace simply shot an inquisitive look to her sides and spoke.

“Well, I suppose we’ve done weirder shit.”

I laughed; I didn’t at all feel odd to be naked in the middle of an
old ruin. And I was still incredibly aroused, my erection throbbing in
front of me. Grace seemed aroused to, and neither of us felt odd about
it.

“We should run around naked more often. Let‘s make a date of it.”
Grace joked.

“Be careful, Grace; you naked is enough to send most into a second
puberty.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself; you should shave more, though.”

We had never been sexually intimate before-never been naked in
front of each other. And neither of us seemed to care at all.

I followed Grace as she kept walking, her bare feet making a light
stamping noise across the ground. We entered into a large dome area,
with a large book in the center upon a stand. I heard whispers in my
head; they sounded so sultry, so arousing….

Thinking about the voices, so lovely, I looked upon the area in
front of us. Chalked in shapes surrounded the tome; I went to the
other side of the room, some distance from the center, as I observed
the murals again. I heard the pitter-patter of Grace’s feet, and I
turned to look at her, as she approached the center. She had no fear
or hesitation; she snapped open the book to an exact page, and took up
a nearby piece of chalk, making another alien shape around the book. I
barely noticed I was on my knees, and felt my mouth chanting some
incomprehensible phrase. I felt myself being put in the backseat of my
body again as I continued my chant. As Grace finished the shape, the
book and stand disappeared. Grace stepped mechanically towards the
center, and I saw her struggle against it. Whatever was happening, she
did not want it to. I thought about intervening, but those thoughts
were pushed out of my head with visions of winged Grace doing
increasingly sadistic and arousing things to me. When she put her
barefoot on the center, I felt tension fade away as nothing
happened. When here second foot brushed again the circle, her naked
body was lifted into the air, spread-eagled and levitating just a few
feet in the air. She screamed horribly, and suddenly I snapped back to
myself.

“GRACE!”

I forced myself up, and I ran. The voices used all their power to
stop me, but I couldn’t let them take her. I pushed against what was
holding me back, using every ounce of my willpower to push to
Grace. The journey seemed like it took hours as I sprinted towards
her, defeating every attempt to subdue me, and as I came near Grace I
was exhausted. I came so close, but I was out of willpower to spare. I
fell to my knees just two feet from her. I could of saved her…

My body wasn’t my own anymore. I felt my neck twist upwards to
Grace as she began to twist and transform. Her formerly normal breast
engorged and became large; her bust line increased massively.

“David…help me…”

She cried out to me.

Her feet and legs became stronger…firmer, as her body overall
began to grow.

Wings sprouted from her back, demonic-looking wings; her wavy hair
became long and more sultry, more wild. Her arms became muscular,
strong, and her hands looked almost like claws-incredibly beautiful
claws. She ceased her levitation as she screamed and struggled against
her transformation; she clawed her hands across the floor, and the
stone floor squeezed into her hands like melting putty. She was
becoming sexier in every aspect of her being. But the transformation
was far from over. To my horror, I began to hear her thoughts; they
were simple, all things considered. This thing was making her think
only what it wanted her to think.

‘What is happening to me?’

As her feet and legs became even more elegant, like the most exotic
dancer’s in the world, another thought came out, followed by a command
from a booming voice.

“Feels soooo goood…”

Submit. Obey. Consume. Transform.

Grace responded in her head.

“What are you turning me into?”

A demon of sex. You will twist men into your
obedient slaves. In exchange, we will give you pleasure in every
action you perform for us.

Grace’s next thought was broken up, as the creature twisted her
mind to its will.

“But…yes….I will…I will consume. I will convert. I will twist. I
will obey.”

You will first make your little boyfriend over
there into your mindless sex toy.

“But-I…No… I can’t…. I won’t….I….”

Grace looked into my eyes as her blue eyes started to fade away,
being replaced by a blood red crimson.

As the last color fell from her eyes, she uttered a final line.

“I will.”

Suddenly, her struggling ceased as her transformation concluded. I
fell unconscious at her feet as she rose to consciousness.

I don’t know how long I was out. She was staring above me. Grace…
or what used to be Grace. Looking into her crimson eyes, I knew she
was gone. I felt my mind cloud at her gaze, arousing thoughts bursting
through my mind. I wanted to resist, but I couldn’t; my will was still
drained from my vain attempt to save her. I noticed I was no longer at
the brink, like I was; I was in a state of normalcy in terms of
arousal, and I felt a wetness under me. I had already came from the
sheer arousal. I felt weak as I started to rise up; I wondered how
long I had been out. She read my thoughts and spoke.

“One day. I have…figured out what happened in that time. Whoever
was here before worshipped a sex goddess; she had servants who wormed
their ways into the hearts of men, turning them into mindless servants
who could only think of sex. I suppose you should call me a Succubus,
though that is not an entirely proper turn, certainly not the
same. Grace is still here, David, but I have different… wants,
now.”

She gave a wicked smile to me, and she forced me to take some time
to appreciate her body.

Everything about her body was perfect. Her feet and legs were so
elegant, and the very way she walked was like the most sophisticated
dance. Her breasts were large and firm. Her arms were elegant and
swift; her claw like hands strong enough to carve through stone, but
elegant enough to do even the most precise task. I felt her put her
claws on the side of my head as she made direct eye contact with
me. Her eyes were crimson, and I realized how beautiful they
were. Something in the back of my mind told me she had the most
ability to control me when in direct eye contact, but I didn’t care. I
just looked into the pools of red, taking a moment to notice her wild
long hair, but then focusing the rest of my attention on her eyes. I
was aroused again, and she spoke.

“You climax one more time. Then you become mine.”

I felt my mind slough off as I stared into her eyes. I couldn’t
look away, but I kept losing things…

What was my name?

Why was I here?

Who am I?

Looking into her eyes, I realize that it took only a few seconds to
forget everything. All I remember now is Grace. But I can still think…
how long will she give me that luxury? I felt her pump repetitive
thoughts into my head. These thoughts would probably be all I thought
always when she finally finishes with me.

Grace stood and turned away from me, so I took the time to look
upon her wings. They were beautiful; a mix of red and black stretched
out from her back. Everything about Grace is perfect.

She spoke. Everything about Grace is perfect.

“I’ll keep your soul around, always near me. Never know when I will
want to have this fun again. Hope you enjoyed being a free
thinker.”

I obey Grace. Everything about Grace is perfect.

She came upon me, forcing my member into her. I want to be used by
Grace. I felt so aroused; just being in her brought me to the
edge. Everything about Grace is perfect.

“Moan like a whore for me.”

I gave a moan, so sexual as I released it from my lips. I obey
Grace. I looked into her perfect crimson eyes. Everything about Grace
is perfect. She ravaged me, and I felt myself right at the edge, she
simply had to will it and I would be hers. I want to be used by
Grace.

I pushed the thoughts she pumped into my head out. One final act of
willpower. I began to sob as I thought about how Grace was gone, and I
would soon be gone too. I had to stop her, stop her from doing this to
anyone else. But I couldn’t. All I could do is lie there and sob as
she twisted me to her whim. I composed myself to look at her; a slight
look of pity, suggesting Grace was still in there somewhere. I felt my
arousal slow, and she forced her lips onto mine. She slid her tongue
into her mouth, and I couldn’t do anything but go into it. We had the
most passionate kiss ever; I felt so good as her lips separated from
mine. I love Grace.

I opened myself up, vulnerable after that act of passion. The
thoughts returned. Everything about Grace is perfect. I love Grace. I
obey Grace. Finally, I felt her getting ready to finish me; I became
more aroused than I had ever been before, and finally I came, the
greatest wave of pleasure spreading all over my body as I tremble
massively and went back to looking into those pools of crimson. I feel
my soul leaving my body and entering into her. It was done. I would be
reduced to her sex toy. As my last bit of free will fades, I think
about how much I loved her before this.

I love Grace. I obey Grace. I wanted to be used by
Grace. Everything about Grace is perfect. I belong to Grace.